2025-07-28 20:51:50For days, Kaelen hunted relentlessly through the vast Wild Forest.
Blood, torn flesh, and beast cores from the savage creatures he felled fueled his cultivation. Each strike, each kill, sharpened him—body, mind, and soul.
Three days later, deep in a misty, fetid marsh, a silver-scaled, eight-armed monstrosity screeched as Kaelen’s sword pierced its heart. The creature crashed to the ground, lifeless.
Calmly, Kaelen retrieved its core, rinsed it, and swallowed it whole.
Boom!
Demonic essence surged through him, spreading like wildfire through his limbs and bones, converging in his spiritual core, feeding his true energy.
Crack!
A formidable aura erupted.
Third Heaven of the True Martial Realm.
In just days, Kaelen had leapt two realms. His cultivation had skyrocketed at a pace that would stun anyone who witnessed it.
Beast cores were toxic to humans; their essence clashed violently with true energy. One wrong move, and death was guaranteed. Yet Kaelen defied the rules. He refined, absorbed, and converted that power to ascend.
A miracle born from the Divine Art of Creation—true creation itself.
It transformed his vital energy into something boundless, capable of integrating all things, like the ocean swallowing every river. His body became a furnace, absorbing power from any attribute, any race.
But… I still need more time before stepping into the First Heaven of the Divine Art of Creation, he murmured, eyes gleaming.
Suddenly, a cruel, mocking voice broke the silence from the trees.
“There you are, brat!”
Killing intent thickened the air.
“You stole from the Frostfang Mercenaries Group and fled into the Purple Cloud Mountains? You’re finished!”
Kaelen frowned. “What are you talking about? I’ve never stolen a thing.”
Armored men emerged from the jungle, faces twisted with bloodlust. Leading them were the two mercenaries he had humiliated outside Ravenhollow Tower.
Cold clarity settled in Kaelen’s eyes.
They’re framing me. Falsely accusing me of marking me for death.
A bitter laugh escaped him. “I never wanted bloodshed… but since you’ve forced my hand, I’ll oblige.”
Thud. Thud. Thud.
His footsteps echoed through the mist, each one a promise of lethal intent.
Boom!
A surge of true energy erupted, waves radiating from his body.
“What?! Third Heaven of the True Martial Realm?!”
The mercenaries froze. Just three days ago, he had barely reached the First Heaven. How…?
“Don’t panic! There are dozens of us!” one shouted. “Kill him! Anyone who provokes the Frostfang Mercenaries must die!”
A dozen blades gleamed as they charged. Kaelen didn’t flinch. A slight, deadly smile curved his lips.
“Fools. If you want to die, then come.”
Steel flashed. The rusted blade from the elder sliced the air like lightning.
Puchi!
A Third Heaven warrior barely reacted before his throat was pierced. Instant death.
Boom!
Steel rained from all directions.
“Divine Art of Creation—activate!” Kaelen roared.
“Battle Body of Creation!”
His left hand transformed—bronze and metallic, gleaming with divine light. Blades shattered on contact. The mercenaries gawked in shock.
“So it begins… the First Heaven of the Divine Art of Creation.”
His father’s words echoed: each Heaven awakens innate power, transforming the practitioner into an indestructible vessel. The First Heaven’s mark: the Bronze Battle Body. Every inch of flesh, bone, and meridian strengthened—harder than iron, tougher than steel.
Kaelen laughed, low and cold. “You came to kill me… but you’ve only brought yourselves to death.”
The Bronze Battle Body was overwhelming. Martial artists at the True Martial Realm could no longer harm him. Panic rippled. The Frostfang Mercenaries tried to flee.
Kaelen’s voice cut through the mist.
“You think you can run now, after I came to your doorstep?”
His eyes gleamed with lethal intent.
“Bright Moon Sword Technique!
Grandmastery Essence! Endless Sword Rain!”Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sword shadows rained down, sealing every escape. Warriors screamed as blades pierced them. Within moments, only the two who had falsely accused Kaelen remained.
With a thunderous step, he appeared before them.
“Please… have mercy! Spare me!” one begged.
The blade flashed. His throat split. Blood sprayed.
“I gave you a chance,” Kaelen said coldly. “You chose not to cherish it.”
The last mercenary quaked. “This… this was just the vanguard! Our captain and deputies are deeper in the mountains! They’re peak Ninth Heaven experts! And our captain… Spirit Martial Realm! You’re dead, brat!”
Before he could finish, Kaelen’s sword silenced him.
“A Spirit Martial Realm cultivator…” Kaelen’s gaze sharpened. Though dominant over True Martial Realm warriors, a Spirit Martial powerhouse was another level entirely.
Suddenly… Buzz!
A transformation stirred. Wonder filled his eyes.
The Bronze Battle Body—fully awakened.
From head to toe, his body shimmered bronze. Even hair and pupils gleamed metallic under the sun.
“That battle pushed me to a full breakthrough… my first innate talent is about to awaken.”
Behind him, in the void, a massive ancient furnace materialized.
“What… my first talent is a furnace?” Kaelen muttered.
He recalled his father, Emperor Therion Viremont, whose first talent was the divine Heavenly Tribulation Sword.
Heaven mocking me…?
Boom!
A suction force erupted from the furnace. True energy from the dead mercenaries streamed in—devoured, refined, transformed into pure cultivation energy.
Kaelen’s cultivation surged—three minor realms at once. Sixth Heaven of the True Martial Realm.
The Creation Furnace could devour anything: spiritual stones, divine herbs, the essence of sun and moon, even life force. A torrent of ancient knowledge surged into his mind.
“This… furnace is terrifying. Its devouring ability is unmatched.”
Voices echoed from the forest. “Captain! Fighting ahead—might’ve caught the thief!”
Kaelen vanished like a wraith, avoiding the Spirit Martial Realm captain.
The Purple Cloud Mountains are vast… let’s see if you can find me again.
At the vanguard battlefield, Kael Draven, captain of the Frostfang Mercenaries, roared:
“Mobilize all forces! Hunt that brat! 500,000 coin bounty—dead or alive!”
And so the hunt began.
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Boom!Boom, boom, boom!The void itself trembled. Power—raw, molten, unstoppable—surged through the air like lava set loose from the mountains. Behind Kaelen Viremont, the shadows of hundreds of Primordial Dragon-Elephants rose in unison, colossal and awe-inspiring.The battlefield froze. Every living soul felt their hearts skip. Hundreds of ancient overlord beasts, their presence like mountains plucked from a forgotten age, had manifested together. Even the most seasoned martial masters couldn’t hide their shivers.It was terrifying. Unimaginably so. Words fell short.“Not good! Retreat—now!”The two Protectors of the Crimson Veil Sect, normally composed, suddenly looked pale. Without thinking, they leapt backward, sharp, urgent. But Kaelen’s eyes burned. Escape? Not today. Not now. Not for them.Every ounce of Kaelen’s power, every drop of Talan’s energy, converged. He wouldn’t let them survive.“Kill!”Kaelen’s roar sliced through the void, sharper than any blade. He moved with the
Chapter 139: True Sons of the Shadowfang Sect
"Join forces! Fight together!"Kaelen Viremont’s roar cut through the chaos, sharp, commanding, impossible to ignore.Before him, the two Protectors of the Crimson Veil Sect surged forward, moving with the speed of storms, their auras flaring like twin suns. But between them and Kaelen stood the Shadowfang Sect’s core disciples, shoulder to shoulder, unshakable. Faces grim, hearts steady. Ready to give everything—life itself—for the one person who could decide the fate of their sect.Kaelen’s martial talent had already eclipsed all expectations. Every disciple knew, deep down, exactly where their hope lay. Strongest, most reliable… it was him. Kaelen.Even Kael and the others stepped forward, forming a living shield around him. Silent. Unhesitating. In that split second, everyone understood the unspoken truth: if anyone was going to survive this battlefield, it had to be Kaelen Viremont.Not because they were noble. Or selfless. No, they were pragmatists. They knew what truly mattered
Chapter 138: Killing Intent
“All right!”Kaelen Viremont’s voice cut sharply through the poisoned air, calm yet commanding. The Shadowfang Sect disciples felt a spark of hope as Kaelen swallowed the tiny poison-devouring worm. Within moments, the toxins that had been sapping his strength vanished. His body seemed untouchable, impervious to the thick, swirling mist. Relief flickered on every face, tiny but precious, in the middle of chaos.“Good!”From a distance, Alaric Lei’s laughter thundered across the battlefield, booming and raw. But there was no jest in his eyes. A savage, brutal intent burned across his rugged features. He looked deadly serious—every fiber of him radiating warning.“Four Great Protectors of the Obsidian Sky Sect,” he roared, lightning crackling along his massive frame, “you will die! One by one, I’ll crush you and leave nothing but ruin!”Alaric Lei was a force of nature. He had faced countless foes, spilled rivers of blood, and survived battles that would have shattered ordinary warriors
Chapter 137: The Four Great Protectors
The moment the words left the darkness, the core disciples of the Shadowfang Sect saw them.Above the swirling black poison, four enormous figures emerged, each radiating power so immense it seemed to warp the very air.The first—a young man in golden robes—gripped a bronze great seal heavier than any mountain. Sparks of energy danced along its surface. Every step he took sent tremors through the ground.The second figure was cloaked in black, indistinct, and its gender was impossible to guess. In its hands, a demonic blade pulsed with a black, living light. Shadows seemed to cling to it, obeying its master, while the air around it felt cold and heavy.The third was a giant, nearly four meters tall, every step reverberating like the pounding of a drum. Pure, raw strength radiated from it in waves.The fourth—a woman—was almost ethereal, draped in phoenix-feather robes ablaze with living fire. Her gaze was sharp, arrogant, and freezing to anyone daring to meet her eyes. A flick of her
Chapter 136: Poisoned Corpses
Kaelen Viremont handed Ar Keel three shining spirit herbs. Their faint, otherworldly glow flickered like distant stars. The air around them seemed almost alive, buzzing with the herbs’ hidden power. Ar Keel’s eyes went wide as he took them. Even untouched, he could feel the immense potential trapped inside each one.“These are king-grade spirit medicines,” Kaelen said quietly, but there was weight behind his words. “Treat them carefully. Their value… It’s beyond measure.”Ar Keel’s grin spread wide. Sure, once he refined them into pills, he’d have to split the yield fifty-fifty with Kaelen. But still — this was a massive win. Without Kaelen, he wouldn’t have had even a single shot at one.Kaelen, meanwhile, felt no regret. The usual method — hiring skilled pillmasters — would have cost a fortune. Entrusting the herbs to Ar Keel? Simple. Ar Keel’s status in the Shadowfang Sect made such a task trivial. No headache, no wasted resources.“Let’s move,” Ar Keel ordered. His voice carried q
Chapter 135: The Resentful Crowd
How did he do it?The question rippled through the minds of nearly every core disciple in the vast underground chamber. Eyes fixed on Kaelen Viremont, searching for answers, trying to decode a mystery that seemed impossible.His treasure-seeking ability was unreal. Every item he touched seemed to glow brighter. Every find, more astonishing than the last. Even the most seasoned disciples couldn’t hide their awe—or their disbelief.“Could he… really be Heaven’s favored son?”Aria murmured, half in jest, though the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her surprise. Calm, poised, elegant as ever, she still couldn’t mask that flicker of astonishment. She tilted her head, studying Kaelen with curiosity—and maybe a touch of admiration.Kael, ever the quiet observer, remained composed. Yet even he couldn’t fully conceal the spark of shock in his gaze. Maybe one day… he really could stand against Lorian Zethar, he thought silently. Without a word, Kael turned back to his own search, leaving Kaelen to
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